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Chapter 419 One Subsidiary Business Equals Three Teams (Please Subscribe)

Fang Ziye voluntarily stepped down to rest.

After removing his sterile surgical gown and gloves, Fang Ziye left the operating room and went to the changing room to do a full set of joint stretching exercises.

In fact, joint extension exercises are simply the flexible application of the range of motion during joint examinations.

After stretching for a while, Fang Ziye returned to the operating room more than twenty minutes later. He then sat down next to the operating room timer panel and watched the people on the operating table continue the surgery.

At this moment, Fang Ziye felt no burden in his heart.

On the contrary, watching Deng Yong, Liu Huanglong and others work together in a harmonious and interwoven manner, he felt a rare sense of satisfaction.

Being full is different from being satisfied. Being full is a real feeling, a sense of satisfaction that comes from both the body and the mind, where you feel that your stomach is not empty.

Naturally, after Fang Ziye had some free time, Luo Tingzhu, who had been steadily operating the anesthesia device, gradually became a little restless. She secretly waved her left hand, signaling Fang Ziye to move a little closer.

Fang Ziye was currently sitting against the wall next to the operating room's timer panel, so he carried a round steel stool to the wall near the anesthesia machine and sat down against it.

When Fang Ziye shifted positions, Luo Tingzhu nervously craned her neck and rotated it left and right, displaying a sense of tension as if she had "done something wrong."

In fact, most people in the operating room understood her relationship with Fang Ziye. Professor Xu Long had already left, and the three nurses assisting her in the operating room today were all orthopedic specialist nurses.

Who would force themselves to eat dog food for no reason?
Everyone knew that Fang Ziye had played almost the entire game today and was exhausted, so they didn't even have the leisure to bully the young couple and pretended not to see it.

Luo Tingzhu's nervousness only subsided after she realized she was being noticed.

Luo Tingzhu shifted her wheeled steel stool slightly to the side and lowered her voice, "You must be very tired, Senior Brother?"

Luo Tingzhu's address remained the same; there were no more "Lao Fang," "Ziye," or "Ye-ge"—common terms used between lovers—but instead, she was addressed as "Senior Brother."

Fang Ziye nodded. His serratus posterior and scapula were almost parallel to each other, leaning against the wall. His elbows were tucked to the sides, like a preparatory movement before running. His head was slightly tilted back, and his feet were spread apart, giving him a kind of "spread-eagle" posture.

"Professor Xu has left?" Fang Ziye asked, tilting his head.

"Yes, I left home around 6:50 to catch the high-speed train."

"After Senior Brother Nie Mingxian was given anesthesia, Professor Xu Long gave me a brief explanation of the medication principles behind Senior Brother Nie's spinal anesthesia." Luo Tingzhu gave a thumbs up with her right hand.

"Senior Brother Nie is really amazing. He is more precise than you in prescribing medicine, including in terms of dosage and type."

When Luo Tingzhu praised him, she paid special attention to Fang Ziye's gaze, ready to explain at any moment.

But Fang Ziye could not possibly be jealous of such unfounded jealousy: "Of course, Brother Xian is quite professional in anesthesiology!"

“Tingzhu, didn’t I tell you before that Wu Xuanqi’s wife, a senior in the Department of Trauma Surgery at Tongji Hospital, is also an expert in anesthesiology? She has always admired Brother Xian’s professionalism.”

Luo Tingzhu nodded: "I remember, Dr. Wu's wife used to be a doctor at Peking Union Medical College Hospital, but later she went to work at Tongji Hospital!"

"Professor Leng of Union Hospital was as furious as Professor Jiang of Tongji Hospital was, as if a pie had fallen from the sky."

"Didn't you also say that this was actually the result of a power struggle between Professor Duan Hong and Professor Qi?"

Although a long time has passed, Ke Luo Tingzhu's memory is still astonishing. While not photographic, she remembers many details very vividly.

Luo Tingzhu continued, "However, given my current level, it would probably take me a very long time to meet the prerequisites for seeking guidance from Senior Brother Nie."

"What I know now is just some basic knowledge of anesthesiology, which is enough to perform anesthesia and monitoring of relatively standard patients."

"Take it slow, Brother Xian has worked in the anesthesiology department for a full seven years!" Fang Ziye comforted him.

Luo Tingzhu craned her neck to survey the operating room again and found that Zeng Quanming was pretending not to know anything, reading a novel in the next room with his legs crossed and his right foot tiptoeing on a rubber slipper, as if he were on vacation.

The surgeons on the operating table continued their procedures diligently, having cleared away the onlookers, including their junior colleagues. The two circulating nurses, now taking a break, gossiped about what to stock up on for the upcoming June 18th shopping festival…

"Senior brother, before Professor Xu left, he said he hoped I could learn your basic puncture techniques."

“If I can reach your current level of puncture technique, then performing nerve blocks and nerve branch blocks in the future will be a natural progression,” Luo Tingzhu said.

"Professor Xu Long also suggested a second point: he hoped that I could make a copy of Senior Brother Nie Mingxian's study notes, either by myself or by you, my senior brother. This would make it easier for me to learn from the basics step by step."

Fang Ziye understood Luo Tingzhu's meaning: "Okay, I'll ask Senior Brother Nie later. I'll at least go with Senior Brother Nie to the rented room tonight to check in."

“Speaking of sharing an apartment, if I never go there, Senior Brother Nie might have some reservations. He might refuse to accept any money I transfer to him, and then sharing an apartment would be completely pointless.”

"As for the practice of puncture, Tingzhu, you have practiced in the training room before. However, the development projects in our trauma surgery training room have only reached a relatively superficial level."

"I wonder if the anesthesiology department's practice room would be better. If there are no more exercises available in the practice room, I'll think of something else..."

Trauma surgery also has its own training room, but the procedures performed there are not yet fully developed.

The core basic skills of trauma surgery, such as debridement and hemostasis, have corresponding practice items from skill proficiency level 1 to 4. However, there are no clearly defined training items for levels above 4, and schools need to introduce or develop them themselves.

The purpose of the practice room is to teach, and the development of such teaching modules is the task and responsibility of the professors in the physiology laboratory and the professors in charge of subject teaching and research.

Naturally, the first thing Fang Ziye and others will do after stepping down as chief resident will be to take charge of teaching for a period of time. At that time, Fang Ziye will also think about whether he can achieve something in this area.

Luo Tingzhu shook his head: "Senior brother, the clinical medicine major only has surgical physiology experiments, not internal medicine physiology experiments, let alone anesthesiology physiology experiments."

"So, the current training rooms are not in the most complete state. After everyone has practiced a certain basic skills, they can only rely on clinical practice to figure it out."

"Currently, apart from the hand surgery training room, which has extended basic skills training to the 'advanced' level and above, other specialties and subspecialties rarely have training programs at the 'advanced' level of proficiency."

The current teaching modules for clinical medicine are certainly incomplete.

However, imperfection does not mean that teaching cannot be improved or that talent cannot be cultivated. Rather, after the basic training programs are completed, the rest depends on comprehension and aptitude.

"On May 520th..." Fang Ziye suddenly changed the subject.

Unexpectedly, Luo Tingzhu immediately tensed up upon hearing this, her ears and neck turning red as she looked around nervously.

Upon seeing this, even Zeng Quanming frowned slightly and shook his head gently.

This girl is so shy. Didn't Fang Ziye take a day off during the May Day holiday to go to Shashi to play with her?

But I can understand, she's just a young girl...

"I'm on duty that day, so how about we have a little celebration in the chief inpatient office?" Fang Ziye suggested, sounding quite disappointed.

But it was this sentence that made Luo Tingzhu feel like she had been granted a pardon, and she nodded hurriedly: "Okay, okay, I asked my cousin to send me some hot pot base, we can cook mini hot pots."

"We can't have hot pot in the department, can we?" Fang Ziye asked after thinking for a moment.

"Maocai (a type of Sichuan hot pot). I'll make it and bring it from home." Luo Tingzhu had already come up with a plan.

"Okay, I just hope I don't get diarrhea from eating it," Fang Ziye joked.

Luo Tingzhu puffed out her chest: "Impossible. This hot pot broth is made by my cousin's family. My uncle cooks it himself, and the oil he uses is freshly rendered beef tallow. It's not that kind of oil."

Luo Tingzhu is from Chongqing and seems to know some of the tricks of making hot pot base.

The two little ones started discussing how to celebrate their 520 anniversary.

"..."

Two hours later, it was 9:22 PM. The surgery was about to end.

Fang Ziye and Luo Tingzhu had already stopped chatting. Luo Tingzhu was currently having the anesthesia removed, while Zeng Quanming remained completely still throughout.

Deng Yong, Liu Huanglong, Yuan Weihong, and Qin Geluo, the four superiors, stepped down, and Nie Mingxian took charge of leading everyone to complete the work of rotating patients.

After stepping off the stage, the group walked towards the operating room. Qin Geluo almost cried as soon as she stepped outside, pretending to bury her face in Yuan Weihong's shoulder, her voice full of grievance: "Brother Wei..."

Yuan Weihong said, "Oh, it's nothing, it's nothing. I know you're still the worst!"

Qin Geluo immediately realized that he had complained to the wrong person. Yuan Weihong could change his mind for a while, but could he change it forever?
This immediately exposed Qin Geluo's inner bitterness to everyone.

Deng Yong and Liu Huanglong both chuckled upon hearing this.

Qin Geluo was truly unlucky.

After Li Nuo went to the spinal surgery department, Qin Geluo, who was a good superior, thought that with the arrival of Fang Ziye, things would be better and he could turn his life around from that of a subordinate. But instead, he encountered a miracle worker.

Then Professor Liu Huanglong joined the group, which goes without saying; he was definitely standing on Qin Geluo's shoulders.

Even Nie Mingxian, brought by Liu Huanglong, is completely inferior to Qin Geluo. Not only is his professional title inferior, but his strength is also inferior, and his talent is also inferior...

In other words, Qin Geluo had finally escaped the status of the younger brother, but after Li Nuo left, he became the younger brother among younger brothers again...

Qin Geluo, his face dark, sprang up from Yuan Weihong's shoulder. His voice trailed off, and his gaze grew even more resentful.

Yuan Weihong reached out and patted his head: "Alright, alright, I won't say you're the worst anymore, okay?"

Qin Geluo died at that time.

He stood at attention, turned around, took a few steps, and moved aside.

Deng Yongcai said, "Stop joking, Yuan Weihong. Your situation isn't much better."

When subordinates bully each other, Deng Yong, as the leader, has to start maintaining order within the group and absolutely cannot allow internal strife.

Yuan Weihong's expression at this moment was quite interesting, very excited and energetic. He wiggled his butt slightly and said, "I think I'm fine?"

After speaking, Yuan Weihong turned to look at Liu Huanglong, then at Fang Ziye, and nodded slightly.

Then, Yuan Weihong turned to look at Deng Yong, then at Fang Ziye, and nodded slightly.

Then, seeing that Deng Yong had already started to raise his hand, Yuan Weihong immediately took a step forward and ran a few steps faster.

She dodged Deng Yong's slap from behind, twisted her waist, and looked at Deng Yong, whose face was very dark: "Teacher Deng, I was wrong!"

Although Liu Huanglong felt offended, he was, after all, currently living under someone else's thumb, so he had to give Deng Yong some face.

Deng Yong was the leader.

The leader is not the strongest. The group's greatest strength has shifted. Fang Ziye has risen to prominence, transforming from an unknown student into someone with the deepest inner strength and the most skillful moves.

This dramatic reversal suggests a rule of equality for all beings that prevails!

You guys keep ranking third, fourth, and fifth, I'm second, nobody's first...

Liu Huanglong looked at Fang Ziye, speechless, unable to find fault with Yuan Weihong's provocative actions just now.

Deng Yong clenched his fists and looked at Yuan Weihong: "You've been behaving yourself these past few months because you're stuck in the middle, neither here nor there, so you've restrained your temper, haven't you?"

Yuan Weihong shook his head: "No, no, no, Teacher Deng, I didn't mean to offend you."

"I'm very honest. Everyone knows that!"

Yuan Weihong looked at Liu Huanglong, but Liu Huanglong turned his head away, refusing to testify for Yuan Weihong.

Looking at Qin Geluo again, Qin Geluo had just been bullied by Yuan Weihong, which is why he wasn't on Weige's side.

Pretending not to see, she massaged Fang Ziye's arms and legs.

Yuan Weihong could only rely on his students.

"Right, Ziye?" Yuan Weihong asked by name, not giving Fang Ziye a chance to remain silent.

"What did you just say, Master?" Fang Ziye's expression hardened, and his brows furrowed tightly.

It's obvious they don't want to get involved.

Yuan Weihong immediately grimaced, and seeing that Deng Yong's expression was not quite right, he stopped trying to be clever.

However, Yuan Weihong walked with an unusually light and brisk pace, his entire demeanor exuding a refreshing and energetic aura.

Liu Huanglong quickly changed the subject and asked, "Ziye, just before you stepped off the stage, Nie Mingxian said that you have a new wound cleaning method that hasn't been named yet. Could this wound cleaning method be demonstrated and simulated in the training room?"

All surgical techniques begin as simple, unnamed procedures, are then defined as specific surgical methods, and finally given a name.

The first step in developing a surgical procedure is to ensure the correct technique. The next step is to practice on training materials in the training room to unlock the code. The third step is to obtain good results in animal experiments, and finally, to advance it to clinical trials.

Of course, this order can be slightly reversed. You can first try a portion of the procedure in clinical practice, and then work backward to deduce the basic principles of the surgery.

This is a privilege that many chief physicians possess.

Without the risks taken by patients, there would be no development of new surgical techniques, nor would there be any success. "It should be possible, but it's a bit complicated right now. I need to simplify it further, Professor Liu. At least until June, we can gradually start practicing with the materials in the training room, conducting animal experiments, etc."

"However, I anticipate that our animal experiments will not pass ethical approval. Artificially causing damage to live animals is an extremely inhumane act, even after anesthesia."

"Therefore, we need to leap directly from training materials to clinical practice." Fang Ziye's research thinking is very sharp; he can basically identify the shortcomings in the research topic without hesitation.

"Animal testing?" Liu Huanglong was slightly puzzled when Fang Ziye mentioned animal testing.

Human energy is relatively limited. Liu Huanglong's research rarely involves animal testing, and he has not done many clinical studies, so he naturally lacks relevant experience.

Yuan Weihong then whispered a few words of explanation in Liu Huanglong's ear.

Upon hearing this, Liu Huanglong immediately stopped his step down the stairs, tightened his core muscles, and raised his voice: "No? You mean Ziye also developed a new animal testing model?"

"real or fake?"

No wonder Liu Huanglong was so surprised.

The new animal testing model is considered the "ceiling" of animal testing. Fang Ziye can develop nearly a hundred workloads for a basic experiment, which is also close to the "ceiling". It usually takes several years for a small team to complete.

The clinical research project that Fang Ziye is currently working on is, needless to say, close to the 'ceiling' of difficulty, and is more sophisticated than the surgical technique improvement clinical research projects that are often carried out in hand surgery.

No one responded, but Yuan Weihong made a point of supporting Liu Huanglong.

"Professor Liu, be careful not to fall," Yuan Weihong reassured him.

"Ziye, what's the smallest research project you've ever done so far? What's the smallest article you've ever published?" Liu Huanglong started to get agitated.

Fang Ziye replied, "Professor Liu, I published a CSCD paper that guaranteed my graduation. The smallest topic was the atypia analysis of giant cell tumor cells of bone."

Fang Ziye's answer was very professional.

Liu Huanglong finally breathed a sigh of relief and nodded to regain his senses: "That's alright, that's alright. I was just worried that all your articles would start with an article number and the impact factor would also start with a double digit. That would be too scary."

After Fang Ziye finally replied with a down-to-earth remark, Liu Huanglong suddenly felt as if Fang Ziye had fallen back to earth.

"Professor Deng, it's Friday today, and tomorrow's the weekend! The surgery is progressing smoothly, how about we go out for a team-building activity and a drink together?" Liu Huanglong suggested after saying the first sentence.

Yuan Weihong and Qin Geluo were both somewhat tempted after hearing this.

The look in his eyes as he looked at Liu Huanglong changed slightly, now carrying a hint of respect.

This is the privilege of the big shots; Liu Huanglong and Deng Yong's suggestion was most appropriate given their status.

However, after Liu Huanglong made this suggestion, Fang Ziye quickened his pace and walked away, disappearing around the corner.

Without him.

As the chief resident, Fang Ziye had no interest in gatherings or casual drinks. His happiest form of entertainment was simply enjoying some barbecue and drinks in his own little apartment...

Seeing Fang Ziye leave ahead of time, the four of them looked at each other for a while.

Then Liu Huanglong suddenly realized what was happening, clapped his hands and said, "I should have waited until Ziye went to work before we talked about it. You said he was the one who was most tired, and he couldn't go out when he was happy. How sad is that?"

Honestly, if Liu Huanglong hadn't known that Fang Ziye was still the chief resident, he really wouldn't have been able to connect Fang Ziye with the title of 'chief resident'.

How extravagant your Zhongnan Hospital is, using a resident physician as a general resident.

However, being a chief resident physician is a stage, a kind of training. It's not that Fang Ziye can skip this stage just because he has solid basic skills and excellent surgical techniques. That's definitely not possible.

Of course, even though Fang Ziye is gone, the others still have to go on team-building activities.

It's not that we're preventing Fang Ziye from going, nor is it because we're afraid of him having to ask for help; his inability to go is simply due to the nature of his work...

After returning to the general inpatient office, Fang Ziye lay down, sent a message to his senior colleague Wang Yuanqi telling him he could go home and sleep, and then scrolled through short videos for a while.

Then came Nie Mingxian!
Nie Mingxian did not join the team building activities with the others. Instead, he decided to participate in more emergency surgeries with Fang Ziye, thus turning down his leisure time and deciding to share the joys and sorrows with Fang Ziye.

After entering the chief inpatient office, Nie Mingxian took out his phone and started filling out the mini-program while saying, "Ziye, if it's calculated based on the number of times you can redeem the operation opportunities you issued in the department, isn't it a bit unfair for me to participate?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye sat up abruptly, covering the phone Nie Mingxian was using: "Brother Xian, you don't need to fill it out anymore. Just distribute it evenly among one or two phones each day, or you can share mine. There's no need to fight with them for it!"

Are you kidding me? With Nie Mingxian's current level of basic skills, using them to fight Yan Zhiming and Li Yuanpei would be pure bullying, wouldn't it?
Based on the depth of their basic skills, Nie Mingxian's level 4 skills are less than half of everyone else's combined.

Even though Nie Mingxian's number of level 4 skills was not as high as Fang Ziye's, he had accumulated a certain number because he was a few years older than Fang Ziye.

If he goes back on the field and shares the opportunities with others, then there's really no chance for him to play.

Therefore, sometimes it's not necessary to truly adhere to the principle of 'fairness'. There will always be people who have to enjoy injustice, like Nie Mingxian.

"You said it yourself, you're in charge of explaining it to Dr. Li and Dr. Yan, right?" Nie Mingxian clearly wanted to participate more in the emergency surgery.

Because of working with Fang Ziye today, Nie Mingxian was able to fully enjoy the debridement techniques he had just learned.

Once you reach a certain level of skill, performing surgery and procedures can become addictive.

"Don't worry, Brother Xian."

"The brothers all know you're a vice-senior, and they all respect you quite a bit. There's no need for me to bully them," Fang Ziye explained.

Just then, as Nie Mingxian was about to speak, there was a knock on the door.

"Senior brother..." It was Luo Tingzhu's voice that came from outside.

Upon hearing this, Nie Mingxian wanted to chat with Fang Ziye for a few more minutes, but he immediately stopped.

Nie Mingxian patted Fang Ziye on the shoulder, and then opened the door himself.

"Senior Brother Nie..." Luo Tingzhu's tone changed at least ninety degrees, from gentle to nervous, and then back to calm.

"I'm going to rest in the doctors' lounge. You can go in." After passing by, Nie Mingxian casually gestured with his hands.

This time, Luo Tingzhu didn't blush or listen to Nie Mingxian. Instead, she turned around and took off the pink snack bag from her chest: "Senior Brother Nie, I came to give you something. I'm going to have a late-night snack."

"I'll leave right away after I drop off my things!" Luo Tingzhu said, bowing as she placed the snack bag at the door of the chief inpatient office. She then gestured to Nie Mingxian that he didn't need to go to the doctors' lounge.

Nie Mingxian was a little suspicious, but Luo Tingzhu put down her things, explained to Fang Ziye, and then really left.

She wore a long skirt that reached her knees and walked with graceful steps, neither rushing nor deliberately slowing down. She was holding her phone and was clearly chatting with Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye took the initiative to step out the door: "Brother Xian, come in and have something to eat and a drink with us."

"My stance remains the same: eat and drink as you please, otherwise you won't have anything to eat later."

Nie Mingxian then walked into the chief inpatient office, puffing out his cheeks thoughtfully: "Ziye, to be honest, when I left, I was thinking that you must envy my freedom."

"But now, I'm actually a little envious of you."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye said smugly, "I also feel quite happy. Brother Xian, you will definitely find your own happiness too."

As he spoke, Fang Ziye's heart skipped a beat again.

Luo Tingzhu just asked Fang Ziye to pass on her message to Nie Mingxian, hoping to obtain Nie Mingxian's reading notes.

This is a mindset of seeking knowledge and instruction, and has nothing to do with personal feelings.

However, Luo Tingzhu's behavior reminded Fang Ziye of the first time he met Luo Tingzhu. At that time, she had just arrived at the trauma surgery department.

At that time, Professor Deng Yong's research grants were scarce, with far more applicants than available funding. Luo Tingzhu had to apply for grants and conduct experiments herself, often staying up all night...

"That's true. Come on, let me share in your good fortune and taste the lovey-dovey moments you've shared." After sitting down, Nie Mingxian took out a duck foot and started gnawing on it.

The more casual Nie Mingxian's movements, the more deeply he is involved in the team.

After taking a few bites, Fang Ziye handed him a bottle of beverage.

Nie Mingxian opened the bottle cap of his beverage, took a sip, then took a bite of the duck foot. While chewing, he asked, "Ziye, why don't you just reveal all your outstanding qualities at once? This is like an escape room, over and over again."

"Brother Xian, are you sure that if I were to explain all my skills at once, it wouldn't be like me being too forward or showing off?"

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he straightened up and said, "Brother Xian, interactions between people are generally based on curiosity and complementarity."

"If you don't click with someone, there's no point in talking. If there's no mutual support in your interactions, it's basically just a drinking buddy relationship."

Fang Ziye explained.

If now, an academician who is twenty years older than Fang Ziye stood in front of him and started rambling on about how amazing he was, Fang Ziye would only think, "So what if you're amazing? I don't need your food. You can be as amazing as you want. Can't I eat without you?"

However, if there were a super big shot who was twenty years older than Fang Ziye, who was hanging around Fang Ziye for a long time and had developed a certain degree of goodwill with him, then Fang Ziye would definitely take the initiative to approach him and see if he could seek some learning opportunities.

This is the difference between the education stage and the job-seeking stage.

During his studies, improving his academic qualifications was a necessity for Fang Ziye. Otherwise, he would not be able to enter a certain level of hospital and would not be able to stay at Zhongnan Hospital. He would only be able to go to a prefecture-level city hospital.

How difficult is it to leave a prefecture-level city hospital after going there?

Just look at Wu Xuanqi and Nie Mingxian; they also need to improve their educational qualifications.

Nie Mingxian then stopped responding.

When the two spoke again, they moved on to the next topic.

……

In a private room of a barbecue restaurant, a group of PhD students were engrossed in eating meat, while two waiters helped them grill it.

Deng Yong and Liu Huanglong, after taking a couple of bites, seemed to have lost their appetite and started chatting instead.

Yuan Weihong would occasionally take a bite, and then, in his subordinate capacity, would offer suggestions: "Professor Deng, Professor Liu, I think our team's current development trend is particularly good."

"A team is nothing more than teaching, direction, and research accumulation."

"Teaching is a rather lengthy topic, so let's leave that aside for now. As for the direction we're heading, there are many possibilities."

"We can conduct detailed research in many areas, such as clinical research, basic research, and patent carriers in clinical research."

"At present, when I count the potential research topics in our group, I found that we have at least eight or nine major directions that we can move towards. There is no need to talk about some minor branches."

"Thanks to the participation of Professor Liu and Nie Mingxian, our team has further demonstrated the power of accumulated expertise..."

Yuan Weihong first laid the groundwork before getting to the point.

"Professor Liu, let me explain in detail the major and sub-topics we can pursue."

"Major research directions: First, the redefinition of fracture classification and indications for manual reduction and surgery."

"Second, basic research on osteosarcoma and the search for specific anti-tumor targets."

"Third, based on in-depth exploration and research on the biological and physiological changes in HK2 knockout nude mice, we will further explore the biosafety and life safety of HK2 as a tumor knockout target."

"IV. The issue of damage and destruction."

"V. The topic of functional reconstruction after trauma surgery."

"VI. Limb replantation technique."

"VII. Exploration and Research on Single-Limb Extracorporeal Circulation Instruments..."

"8. Osteosarcoma..."

Yuan Weihong first discussed some topics based on himself and Fang Ziye, and then included the topics of Professor Deng Yong's large team in his consideration.

Yuan Weihong first stated: "Professor Deng, Professor Liu, all members of our team who are interested in these topics are welcome to choose a direction and pursue them."

Yuan Weihong now has more research projects, but his team is short-handed. So he has to open the door and let Professor Deng Yong's students participate as well. Otherwise, they would be occupying the space without doing anything and wasting the accumulation of previous research.

Hearing Yuan Weihong list these examples, even Liu Huanglong, who was quite knowledgeable, was quite astonished.

Is this really the number of research topics that a small team in a group can have, rather than a super team in a department?

The phrase "great things come from small beginnings" couldn't be more fitting.

“One subsidiary business can be equivalent to at least three medium-sized teams!” Liu Huanglong exclaimed with emotion.

(End of this chapter)